Xan
Him/His
23
Nov 24th
Neos City
Pansexual
Ranger
Ex-Gym Leader
Lately I get the feeling nothing works cause we're cursed.
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Xander Belmont
Collecting [s]
POSTED ON Mar 25, 2022 22:38:55 GMT
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Days later, Xander still hadn't figured out what happened to his Quilava during that distortion. Clearly, she'd evolved but into what? Something more than a regular Typhlosion, that's for sure. [break][break]
He sighed, shoulders slumped as he walked. No use spending any more time racking his own head about it. Not when he had experts he could consult. [break][break]
Eva's already waiting for him at the tree. One he'd never seen before, not that he kept track of every tree in Petalburg Woods, mind you. But Xander came here often enough to draw to that it stood out. He didn't linger on the forestry long, attention moving to Gallade.[break][break]
"Hey." a slipped from his pocket to wave, "Thanks for meeting with me, Professor Morales." [break][break]
"I know you're probably hella busy"
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Under the shade of a large, old tree, Eva sat with her back leaning against the bark. Her gaze left the direction in which she planted the Gracidea seed and fixed up towards the tree’s sprawling branches. 
